This morning I thought, I'd better get that to recycling today. So I went to move the bags to my car, and after touching the first wet bag, remembered that it rained this weekend. No way was I putting all of that wet stuff in my car, so I tossed that first almost empty bag aside to move the rest outside the gate so I could put them in the truck on James' lunch break. And when that bag hit the ground, I heard a clink.
So I picked it up and set it down on the ground again--clink.
And it's me, so I did it several more times. clink. clink. clink. clink. clink. clink. clink.
I held my charm bracelet still in case that's what I was hearing. Nope. clink.
I didn't want to get my hopes up after all I went through last week to find that ring. (Thanks, Heather, btw.) But I got down on my knees and started digging. Nothing. I'd pick the bag up and drop it again to listen for where the sound was coming from. clink.
I didn't give up. I kept digging. Then I started pulling paper OUT of the bag, figuring it'd be easier to clean up my back porch than let that ring go when I was so. close. clink.
I wanted to give up--for a not very full bag, I was having NO LUCK. clink.
But I knew it was in there.
And finally, I found it.
All I can figure is that this bag was the VERY. LAST. HANDFUL. of shredded paper from the bags I literally went through shred by shred...and I somehow missed it. I didn't go over it with the metal detector because I *knew* it was in one of the other 3 bags.
So much for knowing. I was wrong, and I don't care. I got my ring back!!!!